Everlasting Dragon Emperor

He coughed up blood like a pool of mud and fell to the ground.

This shot directly shattered his arms, and the powerful impact force also shattered his internal organs, which is definitely dead.

The power of Xuan-level inferior martial arts finally appeared, and Lu Ming only cultivated to the second level, but the power was twice as strong as the sixth level of Huang-level inferior martial arts.

"How...how could it be so strong? Who are you... exactly?"

The disciples of Shifangjian School kept coughing up blood and asked unwillingly.

It was unbelievable in his eyes, and he was defeated by one stroke with the training of his military master Yaejo Peak.

The practice of Lu Mingzhan revealed that it is only the eighth layer of the martial arts master.

"Xuanyuan Sword School, Lu Ming!"

Lu Ming said faintly.

"Xuanyuan Sword School?"

The young man whispered, and then his eyes fell apart, with no vitality.

At this time, the other two masters of the eighth master of the martial arts were also extinct.

They were also shattered by Lu Ming.

The marksmanship, although not as varied as the swordsmanship, is more violent, more direct, and more domineering.

At the scene, only the fat young man remained.

At this time, the fat young man's face was pale, without the slightest blood color, his body was trembling constantly, and his face was cold and sweaty.

Lu Ming walked towards the fat youth step by step.

"No, don't kill me!"

The fat youth yelled in horror.

"Say, what do you want to do with the ten stone sword factions and so many ordinary stone pickers?"

Lu Ming asked coldly.

"I want to say yes, but you have to promise not to kill me."

The fat young man's eyes rolled and shouted.

"Oh? Don't you say so? Then you die."

Lu Ming looked cold and raised the spear in his hand.

The fat young man's scared souls were almost gone, yelling: "I said, I said, I said!"

Lu Ming looked at him coldly, waiting for his following.

"We came with Brother Zheng, and Brother Zheng said that he would take us to find the treasure and we would come."

"Brother Zheng said that in the ancient books recorded by his ancestors, he knew that there was an extinct volcano with treasures in the Lingnan fire area near the inner area."

The fat youth hurried to explain.

"Then why are there so many ordinary stone-pickers?" Lu Ming asked.

"Because the surrounding surrounding the extinct volcano is very unstable, from time to time magma, flames will burst out, and even the ground will sink. People must go to find the way to find a safe way before we can enter the interior of the extinct volcano."

The fat young man was afraid of death, and said one by one.

Lu Ming frowned, showing that he wanted to take the lives of those who picked up the stone to find a way for them.

This is the martial arts strong, ordinary people's lives in their eyes, like ants.

Lu Ming never treats the enemy softly, but tells him to ignore the lives of others for his own sake. He can't do it.

Lu Ming thought for a while and then asked, "What treasure is there in that extinct volcano?"

"I don't know about this. Brother Zheng didn't tell us. I said everything I know. Can you spare me now?"

The fat young man begged, but he was thinking about how to ask Brother Zheng to kill Lu Ming after he got out.

"Wait a minute, I have another question. What is your brother Zheng cultivation? Is there anything stronger than him?"

Lu Ming asked again.

The fat young man honestly replied: "Brother Cheng is a famous genius of my ten-party sword school. He has already won eight straight victories on the bronze platform. Brother Cheng is the strongest."

"Is the bronze list eight straight wins?"

Lu Ming whispered.

The five major sect gates of the scorching empire are almost the same for the classification of disciples. They are divided into three levels: bronze, silver, and gold.

Similarly, in each sect, there are bronze lists and silver lists.

The rules are exactly the same.

"Okay, what you want me to say, I have said it, can you let me go?"

Fat youth said.

"Let you go? When did I say I would let you go?"

Lu Ming said indifferently, then, a spear pierced and pierced the fat young man's heart.

"Bronze eight-game winning streak? Don't know how strong the ten-party sword sent the bronze eight-game winning streak?"

Lu Ming's eyes showed a strong fighting intention.

At the beginning, he was spitting blood from He Tieyi's boxing. He Tie was the eighth straight win of the Bronze Stage of the Xuanyuanjian School.

It is also a bronze eight-game winning streak, but it belongs to two different schools. The strength cannot be the same, but it will not be too different. Lu Ming has made great progress during this time and can just check the results.

Then, Lu Ming devoured all the blood of the disciples of the Shifangjian School and found a place to refine it.

As for the stone pickers, as soon as the disciples of Shifangjian faction were killed, a swarm of bees fled.

Two hours later, Lu Ming's true energy completely recovered and reached its peak.

Then, Lu Ming ran toward the direction of the dead volcano that the fat youth said.

...

Lingnan fire area, deep in the central area, close to the internal area, there is a tall extinct volcano.

This volcano, I don't know from what age, the eruption has stopped, but the temperature around the dead volcano is still alarmingly high.

The ground is red.

A few kilometers away from the extinct volcano, there are more than 20 young people, needless to say, are all disciples of the Ten Fangjian School.

Twenty dozen disciples of the Fangjian School surrounded more than 30 stone pickers.

More than thirty stone-picking people gathered around, panicking and trembling.

"You young heroes of the Ten Fang Sword School, I beg you, there is really dangerous, you let us go to find the way, that is to die, I am old, and there are small, I beg you to let me Let's go back."

A man in his fifties bent over to salute and pleaded.

call out!

The sword flashed, and the big man's head flew high.

"Noisy, I want to go, I'll take you on the road now."

A disciple of a ten-party sword sent the sword back to the sheath, coldly said.

The other stone-picking people were suddenly silent, and they dared not speak anymore, but the despair on their faces was even stronger.

"You, hurry up to find the way. If you are lucky enough to walk over, you can still leave a dog."

A disciple of Shifangjian School pointed to a dark-skinned man.

The big man's eyes were suddenly desperate, his body trembling.

"Do not go, then die now!"

The disciples of the Shifangjian School were indifferent.

"I go, I go!"

The big man trembled.

Then he walked out trembling.

Go out and explore, maybe there is still a way to live, otherwise, it is death.

This great man should have practiced martial arts, but he didn't awaken the bloodline, only the warrior's practice.

He walked forward cautiously, and soon, he walked out more than two hundred meters.

Huh, suddenly, a magma rushed out of the ground, directly submerging the big man.

The big man screamed, turned into a ball of fire, and after a few breaths, it became a ball of coke.

The temperature of magma is terrible high.

(End of this chapter)